Games at the border

His dive missed her, and she managed to find time to bonk him as he sailed on by. He landed hard again, with no Mal legs greeting him to break the momentum. When he struggled back to his feet - again - thoroughly humiliated and laughing, she would greet him. He grinned ruefully at her, shaking out his coat again. Somehow, he had gotten himself coated in mud and snow from the thin layer of white that sprinkled across the land this morning. Oh how he would love to beat Malalia, just once.

Mortis was not in the run to be Reaper, but he was trying to prove his worth as heir. He liked to think he trained hard, but the truth was he got distracted easily. Somehow he doubted Malalia had that issue.

He yelped in surprise when she took of running, and he stumbled after her. He still had a little bit of growing to do, and it showed in his over sized paws. He had to work hard to keep up a good pace, and Malalia was miles ahead of him by the time she slowed. He was panting hard by the time he caught up to the slim girl. As he came up beside her, he have her a nudge with his wing. Pushing it out from his body and into her. "I think were suppose to be patrolling, not running" he joked.